Page 27 of Whispered Sins

“Drink?” I asked, gesturing to the bar behind the couch.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” she asked coyly.

Maybe.

“Me? Never.”

“Good. Because just so you know, I’m not that kind of girl.”

“I know. You told me.”

She gave me a puzzled look.

“Out on the terrace. When we first met.”

Her cheeks flushed. I went to the bar and heard her footsteps follow behind me.

“Champagne?” I asked.

“Okay.” She leaned her back against the marble bar top.

I pulled a bottle from the fridge and eased the cork off with a dull pop. I poured two glasses and handed her one. She took a small sip and looked out the large windows to the city below.

“If you aren’t that type of girl, what are you doing here?” I asked.

“I just came for the pizza.” She shrugged.

I could see she fought back a smile.

“Well, we still have about thirty minutes,” I pointed out, taking a step toward her. I placed my hands on her arms. Her eyes raised to mine and she inhaled a shaky breath.

“What do you want to do until then?” she asked, already damn well knowing the answer.

“I have a few ideas.”

I leaned in closer and watched as her eyes fluttered closed. Instead of going for her mouth, I pressed my lips against her jaw, leaving a trail of kisses. She leaned her head back, exposing her neck and I gladly took her invitation. I trailed my lips down the nape of her neck, tasting her with my tongue.

My hands reached for her waist, gripping it before quickly turning her to face the counter. I pressed myself against her, finding myself already growing hard against the small of her back. She turned her head and looked at me over her bare shoulder. I leaned in and kissed her softly at first before needing more almost immediately. I ran my tongue over her lips and she parted them to let me explore her mouth. She tasted like champagne as she massaged her tongue against mine.

She reached her arms up and around my neck, leaving my hands free to explore. They wrapped around her, cupping her breasts through the silky fabric of her dress. They felt full as I massaged them, our mouths quickening their pace against one another. I moved my hands lower, across her abdomen, down her hips until they reached the short hem of her dress.

As I started to pull up her dress, she broke free from our kiss and looked at me, searching my eyes. Was I moving too fast? I paused my movements, waiting for some sort sign. For permission. She looked at me for a moment longer before pulling me in for another kiss. A deeper kiss than before. She spread her legs slightly.

Permission granted,I thought.

With her dress up at her hips, my fingers grazed against the lace fabric of her underwear, and she shuddered at my touch. I wondered how long it had been since someone touched her. I trailed her panty line with my fingers before peeling back the lace. I tucked a finger inside of her, finding her warm and wet, eager for me. Her back arched into me and her breaths became shorter, more ragged as I moved my finger in and out of her.

She suddenly reached down and grabbed at my hand, pulling it from her, her moisture covering my fingers. She turned around to face me, a desperate look on her face. I could tell, she wanted more. She reached up and grabbed my jacket, pulling it free. Her fingers quickly stumbled over the buttons of my shirt, until my chest was bare in front of her. Her eyes grazed over me as I peeled my shirt off.

I reached around and found the zipper of her dress, pulling it down so that her dress fell to the floor. Her breasts spilled out, and I leaned in to taste them, surrounding her nipples with the warmth of my mouth. She let out a moan as her hands desperately pulled at my waistband, unbuttoning and unzipping, my pants and briefs falling to my ankles.

I released her breast from my mouth and saw her gaze on my erection. She looked up at me nervously, and then with her eyes never leaving mine, she pulled down the waistband of her lace panties, and she kicked them to the side.

She stood there completely naked and completely beautiful. Her creamy curves were exposed before me. Mine for the taking. I lifted her onto the countertop. She opened her legs and I sucked in a breath. Holy shit. She bit her lip as she watched me take her in with my gaze, and that right there sent me over the edge.

I slid her to the edge of the counter until the tip of my cock was against her wet opening. She spread her legs even further. I could feel her pulsing against me, begging me to enter. I placed my hand just above her perfect ass and pulled her in, my dick dipping into her inch by inch. She let out a throaty moan and threw her head back.

I pulled out of her slowly before plunging back into her, her walls hugging me tightly. As I moved inside her, I took her breast in my mouth, sucking her nipple as her hands grasped the countertop tightly, her knuckles turning white. I moved quicker, with vigor, fucking her harder. I could feel her convulsing around me and then she screamed, climaxing on me as I exploded into her.

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